trust your instincts

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I discovered what it was about the porcelain basket that caught my attention the first time I saw it by chance at 1stdibs — it’s the resemblance to a creamer (?) in Pierre Bonnard’s 1930 painting Dining Room overlooking the Garden which I saw years ago when it was exhibited at the Phillips Collection.  I had made a drawing of the creamer (or white ceramic something-or-other) in front of the actual painting.

after Bonnard white jug

When I happened upon my own drawing again, comparing it with the basket drawing above, the resemblance became obvious.

Things grab you for a reason.

 

Here’s links to Bonnard’s painting and a link to the 1stdibs basket:

http://www.abc.net.au/radionational/programs/archived/weekendplanet/pierre-bonnard3a-27dining-room-overlooking-the-garden-28the-/4769384

 

https://www.1stdibs.com/furniture/decorative-objects/sculptures/figurative-sculptures/decorative-basket-bow-porcelain-factory-circa-1760/id-f_9878641/?utm_medium=cpc&utm_source=criteo&utm_campaign=display_us-pdp-criteo-non-exclusive&utm_content=d

room of clouds

 

clouds and hilltopI had to fetch some clouds to decorate the room of clouds. I sought them from the sky.

I climbed the hill and pulled them down.

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I took clouds from the pond’s reflection before the fish could come and swallow them.

fish face

Before the fish could swallow them, I would steal my clouds away.  Thus I gather clouds to decorate a wool gathering room.

In the room of clouds I’ll dream.  In a room of white cotton gauze, in a room of soft reflected light, where white on white reveals the floating thought, I muse.

From a pond of reflection I’ll fish for memories.  In a room that’s like a bright white page

 

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empty and spacious and bright, I’ll live.

Off white

I’m painting the kitchen.  The walls will be white.  The colors here are effects of the camera and the photo editing software.  But you can see the texture.

This is the blank wall, like the blank sheet of paper.  Only this blank sheet is much larger than a sheet of paper and I won’t be putting any pictures onto it — not any permanent ones anyway.  I might look at it and imagine my drawings.  Or I might daydream about some other summer day.  It’s my personal movie theatre upon which I can screen the films I have inside my head as I work.

I think it’s good to imagine something there.  To project.  And it can be the beginning of the impulse to draw.